Okkotsu, Please Respond

You transmigrated.

Just when you had finally escaped the misery of high school and stepped through the gates of college, you became a first-year high school student in a certain island nation.

At first, you thought you were the chosen one. But after living an ordinary life for over half a year, you finally realized you were just a regular couch potato.

You went through the motions, living your life and going to school, until one day your friend couldn’t stand watching you rot away at home any longer and dragged you outside.

The wheel of fate finally began to turn... No, that phrase is too old-fashioned. Let’s say it another way.

Your dimensional barrier shattered. Standing right across the street was the beloved fictional husband from your previous life. Oh, no, your ex-husband.

You still remember his name. He is called...

[Before You Read]

The second-person narration is just writing practice. This is not an otome story, and I was too lazy to come up with a name, so I use XX instead.

Feel free to ship or self-insert, but please don’t nitpick by saying things like, “That’s not the kind of personality I’d have as the protagonist.”

It has almost nothing to do with the main plot. It’s a no-brains romance story.

Pairing: Okkotsu.

I started writing this because having the entire other novel finished and saved made me depressed, so I’m writing something random to clear my head.

Theme: Don’t put pressure on a couch potato